Last night I tried DMT for the first time. I heard stories of what people experienced and all that stuff, but I chose to ignore it. Nothing I hate more than a flamboyant exaggeration about a psychedelic experience. I had been on the search for DMT for about a year. I prefer to keep things traditional and work up the dealer ladder so that way I get all the goodies in between. Whatever, this is my story: A friend of mine had a friend that had about six hits of DMT left, which we had planned on buying. I had known this friend for a while but only even smoked with him once, so I didnt know his level of experience with psychs, although he was a bit boastful. We made the thirty minute or so drive to his friend's place, whom Ive never met either -- or her two cronies. All turned out to be cool and we headed up to the apartment. We get in there and talk, smoke, hang out for a bit. I asked to see it and FoF's boyfriend pulls out a match box with a small baggie of a pale gold powder. I looked at him and said "Thats six hits?" He just smiled and nodded. I was surprised about how little it actually took. He loaded the pipe for my friend, both first timers he wanted to light it and shit for us, who wanted to listen to Lady Gaga while on the trip. He took a smaller hit, sort of broke it up into a longish one. After it all and he came to, he was raging about how he understands what a female orgasm feels like and talked about fucking planets and all this crazy stuff -- what I took for another flamboyant rant, mostly so it didnt imprint on what I expected of it. Up until this point I wasnt nervous, I didnt consider the magnitude of what I was about to experience. Im not sure if it was because I wanted to have an open mind or if I was actually scared of what was to come. Boyfriend took a little while to load the pipe, during which they asked what music Id want. In his room he had a fan that was missing a blade, which is unique in its own considering most fans like that commit suicide, but it made a metronome of sorts which I thought would be cool. Someone had also left the room just as he started lighting it. My heart was racing, my mouth was dry, and my palms were sweaty. I took it all in, didnt stop until there was no smoke left. I held it, waiting for a burning or some other odd sensation to que my exhale... and waited... and waited. It was about 35-40 seconds before I exhaled, about half way through boyfriend had me lay down on the bed. It was when I closed my eyes with my head on the pillow that I exhaled. A ringing started, quick and steadily getting louder; at the same time the fan started speeding up, making what turned out to be and awful sound. Eventually the ringing deafened me completely, there was nothing. All of the sudden it ended as the lowest, deepest, but most pure tone erupted at the very same instant. The physical sensations I experienced seem beyond words. It was as though I was being crushed and pulled into the bed, as if I was hurdling through the blue, red, and yellow layered tunnel like shapes I now saw. After what felt like a good minute of that the blue turned to green and created a Chinese dragon's face, the kind they will parade with in the streets, aligned with mine. It had the same tunnel like properties as the colors first did. During this time I felt as if I was being physically torn from myself, so to speak. It felt as if these hands, I guess, were just clinging and tearing all of my impurities away. I cant say it was painful or enjoyable, it was unlike anything Ive ever felt. I felt calm though despite the intensity, I recall thinking "Let 'em." and so they did After that I dont recall anything other than some odd sounds and the lack of any physical feelings. After that moment, however long it actually was, I started to get my feelings back. It was as if I was drifting down some kind of pleasure stream. Someone came back into the room which triggered a sort of view of everyone in the room, where they were sitting, and what they were doing. It turned into a kaleidoscope sort of visual with feet walking through a doorway. I opened my eyes a little bit, and everyone was where I thought theyd be and someone was just coming in. I wasnt sure if two people had gone out initially or what, but I didnt care to bring it up. When I saw that they were looking at me through the soupy vision I was able to utter "Fuck that." I dont know, of course theres more but I think this is enough to make most people who dont care skip over haha. I found out that I had taken just over 1.5hits. We didnt have a scale or anything so boyfriend was just eying it, but thats what he said. These words dont really begin to describe the actual experience, as I assume most DMT triers or user would say. Im glad I tried it, Im happy with my experience, but I will never do it again (which I did shortly after with a bit less than an actual hit, which was a lot more pleasant and enjoyable than the first). On to mescaline!
Good report, DMT is definitely a powerful trip, interesting to read a trip report from a skeptic about the experience. Your description of being crushed and pulled into the bed sounds almost more salvia like. I tend to get a flying sensation on DMT where I feel I'm going at an absurd velocity through the realm. There's not really anything that can prepare someone for a solid DMT trip.
I don't really get that caleidoscope vision. I just see an extra realm over the real world with my eyes open. I can like see through a wall and see that there is another room over the room I am in, with geometric patterns on it. With my eyes closed I just see that room, without the 'real' one. Once I had a very deep trip, and with my eyes open I saw everything in 8 bit, that was really weird.. Seeing my cat and my friend sitter in 8bit O_O
Cool report, I'm sad to hear you say you won't try it again though. It took me a long time to get the balls to try it for the first time and after the second time where I got my ass kicked, it will be another while before I do it again, but I will definitely go back. I have yet to take more than a mild 20mg and I was extremely intimidated/impressed by that, I am scared shitless to do 60+ Unlike GB's flying sensation, I have so far gotten a body high similar to you where I feel extremely heavy or weighed down but it's not unpleasant like it is on Salvia (I actually had a medical test done once - don't remember what it's called but - it's sort of like an MRI but first they rapidly pump a type of ink through your veins that gives you a very weighty/stoned body feeling, except times 100 on DMT)... It's hard to recall if I feel like I'm being pulled apart but during my one very unpleasant experience felt like my body was breaking off into hundred of these "spring-beings" with sharp points on the end that were bouncing on and off me, I could feel the sharp points cutting into my body. Well, maybe you'll give it another shot one day. I said the same thing about Salvia but it has been piquing my interest lately. Thanks for sharing.
LOL! my words verbatim about my last experience. I tried to keep my eyes closed but I only saw black oddly (but I was drunk and shouldn't have even smoked in the first place), and once the unpleasant feelings took over they just flew open and I couldn't shut them again. Everything was made of large oscillating pixels with a golden tinge to it...
Well, I very well might try it again. It wont be for a long time though. Ill probably do a 60mg hit if I can swing it. I like to go big on stuff like that, get a better idea of what it truely is. The pulling sensation was in result of what seemed to be a hurdle into some tripped out demension, however I don't think of it like that. I believe that DMT derives its visuals from what you believe anyway, ie: it is impossible to see something you haven't already been exposed to. Which to me anything you see is in reflection of how you truely feel. I don't think I'm explaining my thoughts well enough but I guess that's the gist of it. My normal/small hit was a lot more lucid and similar to what they showed in Enter The Void, but with expected differences. Now that I know what its like I'll be better prepared next time. As far as the open eye thing, I was told I only opened my eyes for a second. I like the warmth that my eyelids provided I guess. It was super cool though to do it with pretty much total strangers, always wanted that. Tripping with someone you know is entirely different, you know how their energy will be perceived where as with a group of cool strangers its like an onslaught of distorted vibes I guess. The whole experience still has me shot mentally. Things are still sort of a daze and I literally feel that something has changed, or might have gone missing. DMT is terrifyingly beautiful - best way I could describe it
My friend and co-tripper who tried it with me once (his first psychedelic ever - probably could have started with something a little tamer) took a tiny hit and had slightly over threshold effects but he reported similar feelings the next day. He felt it affected him very profoundly in a way he couldn't quite grasp which unfortunately put him off of ever wanting to try it again (which I guess I can understand for someone who has zero previous experience with psyches, unfortunate as it may be), and has made him leery of exploring any other psychedelics. I feel this way about Salvia, but I broke through and went much deeper on Salvia than I have with DMT so far. I have never been the same since that day and have never had an experience of that magnitude since. And to be honest, I hope I never do again.
How I experience / do my DMT trips: I don't have a weighing scale, I just put half a teaspoon in my pipe and heat it up. When it's liquid and very hot, I start sucking the pipe and alot of vapor will form(due to the decompression of the air in the pipe). I hold it in, and after about 10 seconds I exhale, noticing that nearly no visible gas comes out(meaning that most of it is in your bloodsteam). I immediately notice effects and all of a sudden this oh so familiar feeling grasps me. Like, every DMT trip I have will become very unclear and I forget alot of it. But as soon as I exhale it all comes back to me and it feels very familiar and I think to myself: ''ah, I'm back..this is it!''. I close my eyes and suddenly I am in this (usually walled-off) world, with amazing clear sight. It's like when you compare the real world as a 70's black/white TV, and I am looking at super HD. There are entities with the same shape over and over again. They are human like, but they are smooth over their whole body. It's compareable to someone who wears a sheet tightly over their body, including face. This one time they had vertical lines over their body, and going all the way to the top of their head and connecting in 1 point. This other time they had chess-like patterns across their bodies. They always dance to me, bowing a bit to the front and waving their arms from left to right, like a ragdoll. I also had one experience where I flew across a hallway with amazing colours and geometric patterns on the walls, and I ended up in a greenish chamber. In this chamber there was a diamond shape on the wall, and in that diamond I saw little pieces of my life being played. But not through my eyes, but as it was filmed from outside of my body, and it was super super clear. Also when I fly during my trip, I sometimes get sensations of 'hard' below of me, or 'soft' above me. I think this has to do when I shut my mouth a little bit, and my teeth collide. It's just a weird feeling induced by that, I believe. It keeps amazing me. When I even think about it now, my heart rate is boosting up. It's not something you just take and be back in 10 minutes. The moment you exhale, you are thrown into another dimension. In this dimension it all feels so familiar, and your whole life is like a flash compared to the trip. To lose all your connections with your friends and family, and be totally alone in this world. So alone, but not lonely. It's like you take a tour trip through everything. Past, present, future.. it all becomes one. And then, after that amazing tour through everything, to come back to this realm. You are literally mindblown for a couple of minutes, and this one time I just laughed continuously for 10 minutes, because I just could not comprehend what just happend. After each trip my mind is so clear, it's like a reset button has been pushed inside my head. I think that is what people mean when they say they have been reborn; to lose all your friends and family and 10 minutes later(or an eternity?) you regain them all. DMT made my life better. It helped me understand things and motivate me in different aspects of my life. The biggest misconception on DMT in my opinion is this: Some people want to 'have a profound experience to change their lifes' or something like that. They want to take DMT and be back as a changed man. It does not work like this. You don't just take DMT and be a better person. DMT isn't the bridge to a better life, DMT is a tool you need to use to build that bridge. It took me days before I understood what it actually meant, and I have been mindblown for those days. I doubted reality, and was abit terrifying. Yes... DMT.. The everything molecule.
Definitely. I definitely understand needing a break between DMT experiences, in fact, sinc my first real encounter over 2 years ago, I've been very timid about diving into DMT...I did this past weekend on some acid, but I didn't go very far. It will happen, soon I hope, and when I do I hope to go further than I've gone before. As for Salvia, I said the same thing. I will never do it again. This was 4+ yrs ago... This was the reason I rejected salvia so strongly. I felt for the small memories I had of the experience, it wasn't worth it. Nothing gained, and not much of a memory except for what the trip sitters told me I said...over and over, and it was nothing profound. Maybe now it'd be different, who knows? I've smoked DMT casually like small hits just to spark extra visuals while on L, still not wanting to go too far. BUT the first time i smoked it, I was with a few friends but many strangers surrounded me...many of whom were gone when I came to from the trip (it was the night of the burn at a burn). Had I not had this same experience, I migh suspect it'd be highly intimidating smoke DMT in a room full of strangers. On another note, I'm sill confused as to how people smoke the deemsters at shows. and Dr. Klunk, thanks for sharing. I very much enjoyed how you described your experience...even though putting experience into words doesn't always do the trip justice. :sunny:
At first I insisted that Id wait til I got home to try it, I also like to experience where/how I live during trips (you get a better idea of what it is you really need/want from my experience). When we got to the apartment and I met everyone though, I felt comfortable enough to give it a whirl. The only negative part I got from the trip was the sound of the fan, which had me scared going into the second trip on top of what the song said as I exhaled: "I just keep having this dream where I keep running and running and running, and I dont know from what." I felt like I had just got caught in a sort of limbo, which soon faded as I realized that it is just a trip. Ive been thinking about it a lot lately, I still havent forgotten anything other than a few things I said right after coming to. I didnt say much though, I didnt think anyone would comprehend what I saw since they told me about their ghostly entities, aliens, flying with the singer from their favorite band, all that stuff just seemed so far and simple from what I saw and experienced; so I just told them I saw nothing, just colors. I did though proclaim that "they" were pulling me from myself, "they" wanted me to see something that they would show no one else, just insisted that "they" accompanied me. Which I assume took place during the most important part, the part I never mentioned and forgot haha. I believe though that the entities take form of what you can most easily relate to, whatever you have a greater interest in or had been imprinted on you based on read trip reports. The friend that I was with wanted to see aliens, have some kind of abduction experience, which I believe led to him fucking planets. When listening to her favorite band, FOF flew and what not with the lead singer. I dont believe in any Gods, aliens exist but I could care less, ghost/spirits may be real but it doesnt really matter to me. Basically my mind was/is void of any superior entity, so when I was encountered by whoever led me I suppose I had nothing to create an image with, thus not even having a memory of it. Perhaps I was torn and led by the idea of truth Im a bit of a psychology major, after experiencing something like that I become more interested in the logic behind it as I see the experience as the creativity.
Thats pretty much what Im saying, but Im more concerned with what influenced them to experience it in a given way. This was very far from my first rodeo with psychedelics but there really is absolutely nothing that can prepare you for DMT, other than an iron will to experience it.
Isn't this kind of a hypocritic thing to say? As if you feel like your experience with entities was better / more important / more profound than theirs. Perhaps your friends also hid something of the trip, but they thought exactly the same as you did: to hide it from everyone. If you just talk and explain(this is the hardest part! haha) what you saw and felt, it could create a stronger bond. But that is just my opinion.
Youre absolutely right, I didnt mean to sound as if I thought my trip was more profound or anything. I like to think that if you cant put something in simple terms then you dont understand it well enough to be informing others, which could have been a large influence on that decision and thought. That being said, it could have very well been me that didnt understand what happened and if I said something maybe one of them could have provided some insight, who knows xD
